A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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TUJHE KARTE HUM NAMAN

कुमकुम से करें तिलक तेरा तु प्रीत से

AAJ RAT KI KHAMOSHI

आज रात मेरी यह ख़ामोशी उन्हें सुना देन

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The locker room smells nasty,
And my gym shoes smell like feet.
My socks smell like they

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Some make us smile, some make us weep.

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To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
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I love you so much.

Please never doubt this is true.

But I'm having such

Swatantrata ka samay ab aaya hai !

Uth mere veer javan uth,

Uth mere veer javan uth,

Lahlahaati is dharti me aaj,

Prem agan hai thodi thodi

Chanda se bhi gori gori

Samne khadi hai wo chori

Dekhe mujhko chori chori

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Sorry

It is a word

It has no substance

I cannot hold it

Nor can I

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Look at that deer

Man I am craving a beer

He has a nice rack

It is enough

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